“Some old guy once said that the meaning of life is that it ends.” From “Wanted Man” by Lee Child
Years ago I decided that 70 was the idoneous point at which middle age gave way to old. With that guideline, in 6 months I will be old.
OK. So what. As they say, it beats the alternative.
Well, my mind is beginning to mess with my common sense.
I know that as the years slip away, my body will change. Common sense.
I’m a sexual creature. Mind games.
Sometimes common sense and mind games clash as they did during a recent exam by a young Optometrist.
She was young. She was nice looking. She was smart. She had cleavage.
As I strapped myself into the examination device, with chin thrust forward and forehead firmly in place, she explained in great detail and with absolute authority what was about to happen.
Some of the info stuck. Mostly, my mind was somewhere back in time, back to when I was 18. Mind games.
My God, there is something very wrong with me. Pervert. Common sense.
I wrestled with the absurdity of where my mind was going,
As the exam progressed, depending on which eye she was peering into, she would instruct me to look either at her right or left ear. Wishing to reclaim that 69 year old brain from that 18 year old idiot, I focused hard on those ears.
Those ears, those gorgeous, sensuous, sexy ears. God help me. I am incorrigible.
I blurted out “you have very nice ears”. Thank you she said. My husband agrees.
At that moment I felt dirty. Suddenly the examination chair felt like a trap.
Thank God I didn’t comment on her cleavage. Maybe when I’m 80.
“You can observe a lot just by watching.” Yogi Berra